Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Little Lies ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sweet Little Lies

by Devon Masterson

"I often fantasize the stars above…

They know my heart and speak to yours like only lovers do

If I could wear your clothes I'd pretend I was you

And lose control…"

-En Vogue, "Let go" (Love)

Michiru brushed a strand of teal hair out of her face in frustration as she sat in the auditorium practicing the piece for tomorrow's performance. She just couldn't seem to get it the way she wanted, so she stayed behind during lunch. The conductor was already more than pleased by his first chair performer, however her perfectionist ways could not be ignored. Every piece had to show the emotion as well as skill that made her famous. Simply playing the notes was not enough. Any idiot could keep rhythm and play notes, but a performer inspired music within the soul and invoked the feelings the audience didn't know were possible.

"That's a beautiful piece," a voice congratulated.

Michi turned around and stared into the face a handsome white haired man. "It's not ready yet, but thank you," she replied graciously as she tried not to stare at him too much. He was very handsome.

"It appears perfect already," he commented as he sat down beside her in the formation of chairs that were vacated previously. "Pardon me, I should introduce myself, I'm the Ikari Malachite. My company is the sponsors for the symphony this season." "Kaiou Michiru," she replied warmly as she put her violin in her lap and her bow on the music stand in front of her. "Were you looking for…"
"He can wait, I'm more interested in talking with you right now," Malachite interrupted.

Michiru blushed slightly as his forwardness. She could feel his confidence in flirting with her. He was sure of himself. A mischievous gleam shown in her eyes as she started to plan her strategy. She was not going to be easily won by a few good lines and compliments. "What would you like to talk about, Ikari-san?"

"Malachite," he corrected, "and I want to talk about what you wearing tonight for dinner?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asked in surprise. She hadn't expected him to move this fast.

"Something that shows off your magnificent legs," Malachite remarked as his eyes washed over her lithe figure. "Eight o'clock. The Sakura Garden and dancing afterward."

Michi picked up her violin and put it in the case. "And what makes you think I'd go out to dinner with a man I've just met?"

Malachite stood and bowed to Michi. "Because, I have your passport and it would be hard to play in Sidney when you can't leave the country."

"You fiend," Michi remarked as she checked her purse. Her passport was missing. Her flight left tomorrow morning there was no way she could replace it in such a short amount of time. She was at his mercy.

"The things you say to me," he replied. He blew a kiss and left. "You'll have a great time. Till then…"

Michi sighed and flopped in a chair. Never in her life had she been witnessed to such conniving and trickery. It was just like man to stoop so low. "At least he's cute."

***

"You look breath taking," Malachite complimented.

Michiru smiled to herself as she settled at the table. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of enjoyment. As soon as she had her passport she was going to be out of there. "Thank you." She held out her hand expectantly.

"Not until I've finished wining and dining you," he remarked as he patted his breast pocket.

Michi narrowed her eyes slightly in annoyance but said nothing as the waitress came to get their order. She sipped her sake as her mind started to plan and scheme. She didn't like being manipulated into anything. She let too many things slide in life to not develop an attitude about picking and choosing battles. He was not going to win this one.

"You can do whatever you like to get me here but I can not be bought."

"I would never think you could," Malachite answered. "I'm only looking to rent."

Michiru's mouth opened in disgust. "I am not a whore," she replied as she threw her sake in his face. She jumped to her feet, grabbed her shoes and stalked off. "Keep the passport."

"Wait," Malachite called after as she stormed away.

"Here is a towel Ikari-san," the waitress bowed her head so as not to show her disapproval about his callous words.

"I suppose that did come out wrong," Malachite commented. He wiped his face. "She has a lot of fire don't you think."

"Hai," the waitress answered.

"I should make it up to her," he replied.

The waitress nodded. "That would be advantageous if you wish to her again, Ikari-san."

"You're right, Jin," Malachite said as he stood. "But first I have to make us even.

***

"Kaiou-san, your passport was found in the terminal," a secretarial voice informed over the intercom. "When you check in for your flight, please stop by the main desk."

Michiru started for the main desk. "How did he know that she was going try and come anyway?" she wondered then shook her head. She didn't want to ponder any questions about that man. She washed her hands of him and she would only be too glad to never see him again. "Thank you," Michiru replied to the young woman behind the counter.

"There is a message for you as well," the woman added as she gave Michiru the envelope.

Michiru opened the note as she walked to the gate leaving for Australia. She couldn't help smiling at the apology.

Honorable Kaiou-san,

I am sorry if I offended you. I did not intend to imply that you are any less than a lady. I merely wanted to enjoy your company on a regular basis without having to, pardon my vernacular, hi-jack you. I would like to start again.

With honorable intentions,

Ikari Malachite

Ps- You did look lovely last night

Michiru looked up from the letter and smiled.

"I take it that you forgive me," Malachite replied standing behind her.

Michiru turned around. "Yes, I forgive you."

"This is for you," he replied. He gave her a long stem rose. "May you play well in Sidney."

"Thank you," said as she bowed gracefully.

Malachite smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Michi in surprise moved her body close to him then pushed him away. "I thought you had honorable intentions?" she asked half playfully half-nervous.

"I lied," he winked as he stepped backed. "Come back to me, Kaiou Michiru." he turned and walked away.

Michi smiled and started walking towards the gate. "I will," she said mostly to herself. He was a definitely a man that needed to be further studied before she could pass judgement.

A couple of weeks later, Michiru stood in her favorite place in Hi Sakura park playing her violin when she heard applause behind her. She smiled as she saw Malachite leaning against a tree watching her. Michi bowed and walked over to him. "What brings you by today?"

"You of course," he answered as he stared at her for a moment. He had gotten to know her somewhat well in the past couple of weeks, something he had not planned. Originally he only wanted sleep with her, but he hadn't even accomplished that yet. She had been dodging the subject and act like an expert. He hadn't done more than kiss her. As much as he enjoyed that he wanted more. Tonight was the night. He was getting entirely too attached to her and he didn't want Zoicite to get wind of his indiscretions. "I thought we'd have dinner."

"That's fine. I just have to change."
"What you're wearing is fine," he remarked as he looked at her sundress. It accented her figure by shaping and bringing out her curves. She had a quite a body. She wore a matching scarf around her neck so that the ends hung down her back and her hair was in an upsweep. She looked like a beautiful spring nymph from the fairy tales. "You look beautiful."

Michi smiled. "Thank you."

Malachite offered his arm. "Shall we go?"

"Lets," she answered.

Several hours later the couple walked into a plush apartment. Michiru looked around in amazement. "You have a beautiful flat," she complimented. "Did you hire a decorator?"

Malachite smiled at her approval then almost frowned. True he did not decorate the place himself, but mentioning Zoicite's name right now would sour his mood about his possible nightly exploit. This was the first time she had agreed to come up here. He was going to milk the opportunity for all it was worth. "I had friend decorate it."

"She has great taste," Michiru replied as she touched the couch gently. "Lovely."
Malachite raised an eyebrow curiously at her assumption. He wanted to say something but he let it go. "Have a seat, while I get you something," he offered graciously. "Some sake?"

"Yes, but only a little. I need to keep my faculties about me," she answered as she shot him a look of accusation. She knew essentially what he was up to, wine, dine, and bed her, then she would never see him again. Her first heterosexual experience ended that way and she was determined to have it go on her terms this time.

"But of course," he replied innocently. He walked into the kitchen and took out two glasses, and some sake out of the refrigerator. He placed all the items on a tray and walked into the living room. When he returned, he saw her examining a picture he had above the fireplace. "You paint well."

He smiled at her observation about some of the art in the room. "A little hobby of mine," he added modestly. He poured both glasses and walked over to her. "Art is one of my many passions."

"What are your others?" she asked as she took the glass he offered her.

"She is so sexy." Malachite watched as she sipped it. "How about I show you?" he replied as he took her glass and put them on the mantle. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

Michiru wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to him as the kiss deepened and grew more passionate. She was ready to move to the next step now, that would be the ultimate test and she was in the mood for a good…time. "Take me to the bed," she whispered softly.

Without hesitation Malachite scooped Michiru up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed gingerly and started to kiss her once again. His hands moved up and down her legs as their foreplay progressed. He unzipped her dress and slipped it off her as she stripped him of his shirt. She kissed the hollows of his neck. She started to run her fingers across his chest when he caught her wrists and held them over her head.

"You'll like this trust me," he whispered passionately as he tied her hands together with her scarf.

Michiru smiled at his kinkiness and kissed him deeply to show her approval of what he was doing. He broke the kiss slowly and started kissing her all over, making her moan as he hit all the right erogenous zones. He felt so good as he pleasure her. He seemed to know exactly what she liked although it was their first time together. "I could get used to…" her thought began when she felt his tongue her hungry space. She arched her back in pleasure. She wanted to grab something, it felt so good. But all she could do was pull at her bonds and moan. "By the gods," she called out as she started to reach that place. She began to squirm as she began to be over loaded by pleasure. "I can't take it," she called out. Malachite looked up at her face transported in utter pleasure and locked his arms around her legs to keep her from moving as he continued dining. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhh," she screamed out as she came, "shit!"

"I didn't expect such vulgar language," he teased softly as he smoothed back her hair. He caressed her breast and licked them lightly. "Do you think you can take me?"

Michiru, still breathing hard looked at him. "The question is can you take me?"

Turned on by her lustful challenge, he mounted her and pushed his hard shaft inside her deeply. He was surprised by the tightness and the way it seemed envelop him. It seemed; as though he fit exactly into her as if they were made together then separated. Just being inside of her was enough to make him moan slightly. She was already more than worth the wait. He grabbed one of her legs and placed on his waist for leverage. He started to move deeply within her.

"Yes," Michiru called out as she arched her back in pleasure once more. She lifted her other leg and locked him in place.

The shock of the quick movement caused Malachite to gasp in pleasure as she took him into her more deeply. She tightened her vaginal walls as she started her own warfare on his senses. He started to lose the control that he had over her previously as she set the pace. Within moments, he started to come and he tried to slow down but the pace Michiru set felt so good. There was something about moving with her that made the experience heavenly. Never in his life did he have such pleasure from a woman or a man. She was actually dominating over him in her own way.

He grabbed her close as he tensed his body. He felt the pleasure peak and drain out of him, setting her off her second orgasm. "Michi," he whispered, as he suddenly felt weak. He nearly fell against her but laid to her side. Never in his life did he feel so satisfied after just one time nor did he feel so drained. It was as if he put everything into it. "This has to be a fluke. It can't be this good every time," he thought as he untied her hands.

"That was…that was great," she replied breathlessly as she laid her head on his chest.

Malachite did not say anything but caressed her sweaty head. He had not planned on this happening. It was perfect and he wanted more, which was not perfect. But then nothing had gone according to plan since he met her. He would figure it out in the morning he thought as he felt himself drift off to sleep.

In the morning, Malachite opened his eyes as she sun shined through little slits in his venetian blinds. He yawned and stretched. "Good morning," he said sleepily as he reached for Michiru. He sat up as realized she was not there. Usually he was the one to leave in the middle of the night. He looked around and his heart sank in disappointment as he saw a note on the mirror with his name on it.

Malachite,

We both know you meant for this to be a one-time moment, so I saved you trouble and showed myself out. Now you don't have to pretend you're going to call when you know you're not. We both know you're not the loyal type. Thank you for a memorable evening.

Truthfully,

Michiru

Malachite balled up the letter and threw it into the trash. He couldn't believe that he was dumped by her. He was going to make her change her mind.

© 2000 Devon Masterson.

I think we know who belongs to who, SM characters belong to the wonderful Naoko Takeuchi, who let me borrow her characters for fun and imagination. Everybody else is a figment of my wonderful imagination.